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Friday, September 16, 2016

Grueling

Had a tough week, ergo the dearth of posts. (I
actually originally typed “death of
posts,” and chuckled out loud.)

The wife flew out for three days on a business trip to
Ohio, so my mother came in to help rustle with the young ’uns. I also started
my tax prep class on Monday and had the second one last night. Six hours total,
plus commuting time. Plus three and a half hours homework. Add to that a
seven-hour Payroll Law seminar I attended for work on Wednesday. Shake and stir
with a soccer practice, last minute requests for playdates, and a very
mercurial pre-teen.

I am exhausted.

But – today launches the Birthday Bonanza at Chez
Hoppèré, the special stretch of twelve days where three birthdays are
celebrated – Patch’s, Little One’s, and, well, mine. Today is Patch’s eighth,
and to celebrate, per her request, we’re going out to the Longhorn Steakhouse
(Patch likes her red meat) and will be returning home for strawberry-chocolate
cake and the opening of presents.

I do have some stuff on deck to post here, but that
stuff tends to be in spare and sparse outline and bullet-point form. A review
of the latest paperback read. Some lifestyle musings. Some literary dilemmas. A
political screed I may or may not banish to the aether via the DELETE
key. A cinematic quandary. A meditation on midlife. And on and on.

So do check back. I want to stick to a two- or
three-post-per-week schedule, as my extremely jealous schedule allows. I enjoy
doing this, and plan on plugging at it for the indefinite future.

As for now – well, some saucy ribs and an ice cold
quart of root beer awaits!